Oindrila Pal Poetry

She threw her head back

Sounds buzzing in her head

Tears don’t flow. no more 

Its the blood dripping

staining her face

She indeed is the dead body 

Waiting to be found

Her limbs so brittle

Yet she forces to go a little further

But it’s like a accursed loop

It never gets over

Her wounds scar deeper

The blood blurts out

She whimpers and pleads

Asking for help

But her voice so tender

Void of sound

Her cries echo the sky

The clouds cry at her sight

The wind soothes her wound

She is still breathing slowly

“Its hard but I am trying to hold on tight”

Poetry of love by Oindrila Pal

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